Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1887-01-29
A DEER HUNTERS Story.
How Bis Gun Killed Buck After He
Had Been kaoeIad ovar

AAdo 1'Osh - dVg2eu over.
81 guess l never told We bout my fust
deer hunt, an III tell it tew We now, an
I'd jest as leaves ye'd print it as not eff we
want tew," said DR.. Banty Hull, the
famous "agern doctor of Carbondale, the
other day. / want used few deer when
l moved from Jarsey up intew Wayne
county an settled on the Paupack MORT
forty year ago, for l never seen deer
down where l was raised. Fore I'd lived
there long, jeff Bostwick told me some
almighty excitin' yarns bout hunting deer
over on the ridge, an ev'ry time heered
him tell 'em I'd git walked up so much that
| wanted tew larn more bout the fun than
he could tell me. | didn't take as much
stock in some of Jeff's yarns as | made him
blieye | did, but | hankered fur hunt
myself, an so, when JEFF gave me an invi-
tation late in the fall of A tew go over on
the mountain an hunt deer with him fur a
hull day, | was tickled half TO pieces, but l
didn't let him know it.
There was nice snow on the groun'
when the day arroye for me and jeff tew
start out fur deer. | was feelin' a leetle
out O. killer when jeff an his houn' got
tew my house airly that mornin', but as I'd
told JEFF tn day before that I'd go, | want
going tew back out eff it took leg Wal,
Jeff Tn the dog started out leetle arter
sunrise an made tracks fur tn mountain,
where Jeff said he'd killed moren hun
dred deer. On the way over jeff told me
all bout runways an how the deer would
frisk round Is soon as they seen the dog
was on their track, an thinks, SEE !, faint
no use fur me tew know much more bout
deer huntin' than Jeff's been tellin' me.
But | foun out furder on in the day that
jeff didn't tell me one or tew things ought
tew 'ev know'd. l calculated jeff d be
square with me, cause l was greenhorn
hunter, an didn't s'pose he'd play any
tricks on me-but never mind that now.
| he'd plaguey good OF musket that
I'd brung with me from my hum in Jarsey,
an I'd polished an lied it till it was slick
as whistle, an kinder thought I'd open
Jeff's eyes a leetle eft l got any kind of
chance to pint it at one o. them air deer
Jetf'd ben bellerin' so much bout. Wal,
arter we'd got in the woods an JEFF d put
the houn' on track, he showed me a run
way, an then he said Now, Banty, You
stan right in TIL middle o that runway,
an don't leave it fur a minute. The deerl Ii
come down this way, an when he gifts close
'pough fire at him. III 20 over on that air
hill yender an stan on that runway, an
eff hear you shoot fore l see any deer,
FL run over an see what kind o luck ye've
had
So l got right in tn middle o tn run
way, accordin' to jeff S orders, an he trudged
off tew find his standin' spot. Durin' tn
mex hour | could hear tn dog a-yellin'
now in one direction an then in t'other,
up on tn hill 'bove menow, an way down
in tn valley a few minutes later, an all
this time l stood right in tn middle o tn
runway and Jest trembled, cause was 'fraid
l might miss tn deer if got shot at him.
| was a tarnal sight more anxious to kill
deer SOS to let jeff know | could shoot a
leetle.
II could see by the sun it was good
ways arter noon when heard TIL houn'
yelpin' way up on tn hill Dove where l
was. He'd been up an down so many
times that didn't count on his scarin' any
deer down my way just then. My fingers
were like so many clothes-p they'd got
so cold, an so laid down tn muskit, took
off my mittens an slapped my fingers
agin' my body to timber EN- up a little.
Jest as l was pickin' up my gun agin
heerd rattlin' of hoofs in tn runway
right 'bove me, an when l looked up there
was a strappin' big buck deer amakin' for
me at rate that made me shiver wus'n
ever. The way he was bearin' down on me
Just paralyzed me through an through,
an PSoiNb W DC pis d.
His head was throw way back, his big
horns stuck out on both sides, an he didn't
see me nor nothin' else. 1t wasn't five
seconds fun tn time / fust seen tn
buck till he banged again me, knockin'
me end over end two or three rods down
tn hill. The gun flew out o my hands,
struck agin rock, an went off. As good
luck would have ii, TIL muzzle was p'inted
down the hill directly at the running buck,
an by thunder, as true as I'm lookin' you
in the eye this very minute, the bullet an
two buckshots hit the deer right back O tn
left forrard leg, an killed him in his
tracks. He went head over heels when the
shot struck him, but he never got on his
feet arter that.
Il picked myself up quicker'n a flash,
brushed off my clothes, grabbed up my
gun, and run down tew where tn dead
buck laid JEFF herd tn shot an hurried
over there. He was a sheepish-lookin'
Teller when he seen me a-leanin' over tn
buck. He was a-laflin' out loud fore he'd
got near enough tew see til dead deer; but
he LATED out O t'other corner O his mouth
a little late. JEFF Il a put me in tn middle
O III runway tew git knocked over, don't
We see? An when he seen I'd killed a
deer as slick as grease he was so discom-
federated he couldn't speak. The JOKE was
on JEFF; but it was five year err more 'afore
| told him 'zactiy how tn deer met his
death. an then he wouldn't believe me."-
N. Y. Sun.